Sunday Snaps from Ibiza 🌞

My journey was about to commence, and so it was that I dragged myself out of bed at 1.30am, to get ready for my trip to Ibiza, where number 1 daughter and son in law have taken a house for a year. My time at the airport was smooth and uneventful, and I was soon leaving the grey skies of England behind for the blue skies ahead. 

 

 

Ibiza is one of the Balearic Islands nestled in the Mediterranean Sea, off the coast of Spain. Most people know it for its lively nightlife, but that really is just a very small part of Island life. 

 

It is also home to quiet white-washed villages, yoga retreats, nature, culture, and wonderful coves and beaches. The light here is amazing, and I find myself wishing that I could perch on a cliff top and be able to paint the scene in front of me. 

 

 

One day we strolled through the ancient streets of Old Ibiza Town, where locals were sat outside their tiny, picturesque houses, greeting us as we walked by. The houses have brightly coloured shutters, which help to keep out the glaring light of the Summer sun, and to keep the cold out during the Winter months. 

 

It was quite a climb through cobbled streets to the top of the Old Town, but well worth it to see the Catedral de Eivissa, which sits within the ancient fortified walls, and the magnificent view laid out below. As you make the trek upwards, you do find yourself thinking of the Pilgrims that have made this climb over the centuries. 

 

 

 

I've been taken all over this pretty Island, eaten tasty local food at the waters edge, accompanied by the odd glass of Rosè and a cup of the delicious Cortado coffee that they serve here. 

 

     

 

Ibiza certainly has a magic all of its own, and I shall find it hard to leave this beautiful place behind. In certain places, I found it to be almost spiritual. 

I hope you've enjoyed the little tour and I'm sure I will see you again soon.